[Trina:]
305, it's my city
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round meWhuddup Khaled, you my nigga so homey, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch wanna come test me
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit' my ass out skirt up
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Ride out, cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
Wanna open my mouth shoot diamonds out
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!

[Rick Ross:]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, P-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the restDade County, you name it (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moi (moi!)
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the bossLike Ricky's the Ross
Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source
Come here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches richLike EA Sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade

[Flo-Rida:]
Ayy!
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas
M-I-A my niggas, hommie we don't play
Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer
Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweetCome on the opposite side of the beach
They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep
Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean
That's when I top wanna say about your dreams
We on the tox' clippin' that clean
Holla on the block cause we under degrees
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy
We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County
You better know it, cause

[Hook]

[C-Ride:]
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line
I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streetsYou are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it
Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'
Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!

[Dre:]
Unhh
From the depths of CC to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, North Miami shoot up off ya block
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)I needs me my Dade County Big Booty ho' she pretty
Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city
Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime
They got rockin every city them niggas back pounds of that purp'
Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best
I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast
Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in
The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay
Nigga!!

[Hook]

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